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best rant i've seen in a while
Mar. 12th, 2008 10:11 amDamn, there goes my meth supply
Thank God for big local drug raids, because now you can't get coke or pot or Ecstasy anymore. Oh wait
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/morford/
Do you have any sympathy for the police? Or the Feds? I mean, just a little? I do.
I figure you gotta muster at least a little compassion for how rough and dispiriting it must be knowing you've done your job well and worked your ass off and maybe even risked your life, spending every single day for two years straight following leads and compiling evidence and coordinating a large drug investigation across multiple enforcement agencies, all of which finally culminated in a successful bust of some very large local meth operations.
And maybe you even made headlines by nailing a notorious drug-making family who was capable of cranking out upwards of 20 pounds of meth a month, and you were maybe lauded by the media and applauded by your boss and glad-handed by the mayor and perhaps even for a moment felt like something truly good has been accomplished.
And then, well, then you turn around and realize it's all pretty much a big, nasty joke. Pointless, senseless, quite nearly useless — that what you've done really makes no difference whatsoever. And what's more, it never really has.
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Thank God for big local drug raids, because now you can't get coke or pot or Ecstasy anymore. Oh wait
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/morford/
Do you have any sympathy for the police? Or the Feds? I mean, just a little? I do.
I figure you gotta muster at least a little compassion for how rough and dispiriting it must be knowing you've done your job well and worked your ass off and maybe even risked your life, spending every single day for two years straight following leads and compiling evidence and coordinating a large drug investigation across multiple enforcement agencies, all of which finally culminated in a successful bust of some very large local meth operations.
And maybe you even made headlines by nailing a notorious drug-making family who was capable of cranking out upwards of 20 pounds of meth a month, and you were maybe lauded by the media and applauded by your boss and glad-handed by the mayor and perhaps even for a moment felt like something truly good has been accomplished.
And then, well, then you turn around and realize it's all pretty much a big, nasty joke. Pointless, senseless, quite nearly useless — that what you've done really makes no difference whatsoever. And what's more, it never really has.
( Read more... )
